Dottie’s Prayers

Dottie’s Prayers

Dottie sat quietly in her hospital room staring at the floor as I walked in and introduced myself. As she looked up, her face brightened with a smile as though she had known me for years. As I sat in a chair nearby, she quickly realized that she had mistaken me for a friend of hers from church.
After granting permission to play, Dottie leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and smiled as she listened to the music. Then she asked if I knew any old hymns. As I transitioned to ‘The Old Rugged Cross’, a small tear appeared at the edge of her eye.
I asked if she was OK and she confided that she had been hospitalized for three weeks and had been quite depressed. She said, “I just want to go home! I miss being home!” As I continued playing, she began to sing along. Through her tears, she began to radiate a joy that transcended her physical condition. With open palms reaching toward heaven, she continued singing and worshipped her God.
After several minutes, I paused. She opened her eyes and said, “For weeks, my nurses have worked hard to help me feel better. But I think your music has done more to heal me than anything the doctors have done. Your music is good medicine and I’m quite certain that your visit today is God’s answer to my prayers!”